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Not writing tonight
Leaves tomorrow deprived
Of chemical changes
In moments sublime
Through valleys of shadow
And mountains I climb
Of ripples in rivers
Wrinkles in time
Heartbreaks in waves
And passionate rhyme
Of my guiltiest prints
At the scene of a crime
And the trail of bread crumbs
That they all leave behind
As clues to emotions
I've yet to define
Like the love I have made
To a goddess divine
Or the hate I have seen
Where her sun doesn't shine
Like my lone shooting star
With the planets aligned
In illusion defusions
Of water to wine
When I shed the skins
That malign the benign
With vivid prescriptions
Of drugs I've combined
Into altered egos
Of complex design
For a world I could save
With my Spider-Man mind
But the webs that I spin
Become so intertwined
With the fates and the furies
To which we're confined
To a Hundred Years' War
Against all of mankind
So a new piece a night
Is a peace treaty signed
About the Creator
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